Remnants is an umbrella term, universal across the ruined realms. If something comes from the distant past, from the crumbling ruins of forgotten and forsaken civilizations, that would be a Remnant. From ancient robots of chrome sheen carapaces to the dusty stone totems of giant proportions, the variety of such places of memories long gone litter the face of Posterra on its every level. Sadly, plenty of them do not have the common decency of ruins and old left-behinds to just lay there and slowly decay and give in to the gnawing erosion of time. Instead, they get up and wander the manifold lands, often aimless, almost always dangerous and hard to grasp. What was their original purpose? What motive force still propels them onward? Why won't they gosh darn stay a nice, ornamental piece of unchronicled history instead of threading through my cabbages and shattering the chief hut!? Nothing rests on Posterra and even the bits and do-dads of the people that the world left behind the annals of history still haunts us to this day.